I watch her rise above the moon
With precious warmth so bright,
That golden lady robed in light
With flames' surrounding flight
She stoops to kiss the earth so round.
The leaves with dew so wet
Do shimmer in her light
She looks to Him who did beget
Her feet dare tread the softest earth,
Those feet that light the way.
Her burning flames that light the world
All man can do is pray.
Cheers.
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